It is a touchpoint,
It is a pain,
Pointing us to heights to come,
Pain us of how we would part.
Our path crossed,
Our hearts shared,
Our fate similar,
Tweaks happened,
In all we bonded.
It’s a good thing,
Meeting to part,
Parting to re-meet,
You are porting!
We would meet across the shores,
Go see places,
Go conquer places,
Go prepare places,
It is my temporary goodbye.
Dedicated to Oluwaseun Fawole
(c)Olutayo IRAN-TIOLA, Lagos, Nigeria
